His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Isabella’s POV

The drive to the hospital passed in a blur of headlights and fear while one hand remamed pressed against my stomach the

entire time.

The other was locked so tightly around Dominic’s arm that my fingers had long since gone numb.

Neither of us mentioned it.

Neither of us mentioned the terror sitting between us. Because speaking it aloud would somehow make it real

And neither of us were ready for that.

The pain had eased slightly by the time we arrived at the hospital, but somehow that only made everything worse.

I couldn’t tell if it was a good sign, a bad sign, or if my body had simply become exhausted.

The moment we stepped through the emergency entrance, doctors and nurses surrounded us.

Questions came from every direction. How far along are you? Have you experienced this before? Any bleeding? Any recent

trauma?

The kidnapping, the stress, the argument in the car, everything blurred together until I could barely separate one memory from another.

The only thing I remained constantly aware of was Dominic.

He never let go of my hand, not once. Not while they examined me. Not while they asked questions. Not while they wheeled

me into another room.

Every time panic threatened to consume me, I would look over and find him there.

He looked pale, terrified, trying desperately not to show it but failing anyway.

God, he was failing.

And somehow seeing him like that frightened me more than anything else.

Because Dominic Russo wasn’t supposed to look frightened.

He was supposed to be the person who fixed things, the person who protected people, the person who always had a solution-

But tonight he looked like a man standing in front of a cliff, watching everything he loved slowly slip over the edge. And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The examination room was quiet, too quiet

I hated it immediately.

The silence felt wrong, heavy, ominous, the kind of silence that arrives before bad news.

A nurse helped me settle onto the bed while the doctor prepared the ultrasound equipment.

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stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t look at the screen. Not yet. I wasn’t ready.

Dominic moved closer, his hand finding mine again automatically, instinctively. The same way it always did.

I looked at our joined hands and remembered our mini vacation.

I remembered waking up that first morning and finding him already awake, lying beside me, one hand resting lightly against my stomach.

He hadn’t realized I was awake, hadn’t realized I was watching him. He’d simply sat there smiling to himself.

Smiling at a baby that wasn’t even born yet. A baby he’d already started loving. A’baby we’d both started loving.

The memory hit so hard it stole my breath.

A few weeks ago, we’d listened to our baby’s heartbeat together. I remembered Dominic’s face that day. The wonder in his eyes. The disbelief. The joy.

I remembered him looking at me afterward as though I’d given him the entire world.

And now

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No.

I refused to think about now.

The doctor moved the probe gently across my stomach.

The room remained silent.

I hated that silence, every second of it.

I forced myself to look towards the screen, searching, waiting, praying

Please.

Please.

Please.

The last time we’d done this, there had been a heartbeat, fast, and strong, and oh so beautiful. The rooms had filled with its sound.

Dominic had looked as though someone had handed him a miracle.

Tonight, there was only silence.

The doctor frowned slightly, then adjusted something and looked again.

The silence stretched.

Longer.

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Longer.

Longer.

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ait bircame unbearable.

My pulse thundered inside my ears.

Why wasn’t anyone saying anything? Why wasn’t anyone smiling? Why wasn’t anyone reassuring me?

I looked towards Dominic.

He was staring at the screen, completely motionless.

The doctor finally set the probe down.

And something inside me broke before she even spoke.

Because I knew.

The moment I saw the expression in her eyes, I knew. The same way people know The same way you know a goodbye is permanent before the door closes.

I knew.

The doctor took a breath. Then another.

And when she finally spoke, her voice was heartbreakingly gentle. “I’m so sorry.”

Three words. Only three. Yet somehow they managed to destroy an entire future.

a storm is coming before the rain begins.

For a moment, I simply stared at her. Waiting for the rest. Waiting for her to say she’d made a mistake. Waiting for her to explain that everything was actually fine.

That we’d worried for nothing. That our baby was okay.

The rest of her words came, she said something about complications, something about stress, something about trauma.

I heard them. I understood them.

Yet they felt strangely distant.

Because none of them mattered.

Only one thing mattered.

The baby was gone.

Our baby.

Gone.

My hand drifted slowly to my stomach.

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Only hours ago there had been a future there. A future I’d already started imagining. A little boy who looked like Dominic. little girl who inherited Mateo’s smile. Family dinners. Birthday parties. Baby clothes folded neatly in drawers. Mateo teaching his little sibling how to play football. Caterina spoiling another grandchild. Dominic pretending he wasn’t wrappert around the baby’s tiny finger from the moment they were born.

I had imagined all of it.

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We both had

And now every single one of those dreams vanished in an instant.

I felt something crack inside my chest, and fill with a pain so deep it felt physical.

Beside me, Dominic still hadn’t moved.

I turned my head slowly. And immediately wished I hadn’t.

Because he looked shattered, utterly and completely shattered.

The doctor’s words seemed to have struck him with the force of a bullet.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen. As though he couldn’t quite accept what he was seeing. Or not seeing.

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